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They’d seen her.

A shot ricocheted off the metal piping inches from her position, sending sparks flying. She ducked, rolling behind a rooftop ventilation unit just as another round slammed into the concrete where she’d been.

“Reyna’s compromised!” Fitz snapped.

“I’m fine,” she bit out, pressing her back against the cool steel as another round punched into the wall beside her.

“Reyna...” Daniels’ voice was sharp, commanding.

But she wasn’t listening. She was already shifting, already recalibrating.

Artemis was getting away. Daniels was still moving, dodging through the debris, but Artemis had the advantage.

Another shot rang out, and Daniels barely pivoted in time. The snipers were shooting at him, too. The bullet grazed his shoulder, but he kept moving.

Reyna pulled herself into a crouch, her hands steady as she sighted the second sniper. She squeezed the trigger; the shot hit him center mass.

“Clear,” she hissed.

“Not clear enough,” Fitz snapped. “She’s running.”

Reyna swung her scope back to Artemis, catching a glimpse of her disappearing into the shadows.

Daniels was right behind her.

“Daniels, she’s leading you into a kill zone,” Reyna warned.

“I don’t care.”

Reyna gritted her teeth. And he called her stubborn and reckless. He had both in spades, the dominant son of a bitch.

But she understood.

Because if Artemis got away now, she wouldn’t stop. She wouldn’t just expose Cerberus—she’d dismantle it. The rooftop trembled again beneath Reyna, another explosion shaking the foundation.

Daniels sprinted forward, disappearing into the smoke.

Reyna adjusted her scope, heart pounding.

She had his six.

But Artemis?

Artemis had the final move.

And Reyna had the sinking feeling she was about to play it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

REYNA

The moment before the rooftop gave way beneath her, Reyna knew she was in trouble.

The explosion wasn’t unexpected—Artemis had laid enough traps to make sure they couldn’t predict her next move—but the sheer force of the blast sent a deep, sickening crack through the structure, splitting the rooftop apart like glass under pressure.

One second, she had her rifle, her scope tracking Artemis through the thick haze of smoke and dust. The next?

She was falling.

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